Autumn is the season when a year grows old.
Its strength begins to wane,
Its light begins to go dim.
It is a reminder of our own mortality and faltering strength.
It is the season when we begin to look,
not to the earth for hope,
but toward a "city not made with hands,
whose arcitect and builder is God."
Outwardly we are wasting away,
but inwardly we are being renewed day by day.
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